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He looked at it, the bridge that stretched across the shallow stream. It looked just like an eye from the bank where he was standing. Amidst the scattered rocks of different size and shapes.
a small smile hovered on his lips. How sometimes nature and man create a magic together. then his smile vanished. he could swear he saw an eyelid dropping and rising in a split of a second.
Now that would be a bit freaky: having a bridge wink at you.
yes.